Friday, 20 December 2013

I'm
really close to my sisters and I honestly don't know what I'll do without them.
It's Prim-not's birthday today and I decided to do this for her. It's SingleNigerian Man's birthday too so here's a shout out to them both.

Prim-not
and I attended the same schools and the first time we were apart for long was her
NYSC service year. I pretended not to miss her much but I did. I was used to
the squabbles, fights, shouting and laughter. I love her. Not sure I’ve told
her that seriously before…oh wait, I have and she asked “shondagbereni?”
(Meaning: was I was saying my final farewell!) Yea, she’s crazy like that. She
loves me too.At least I think so. She
must really love me because I know I showed her a lot! See, I was not the easiest
child to live with. Naughty was sort of my middle name. Plus my idea of
interesting/fun wasn't hers.

Did
I already say I love her to bits? Yea, I do. Forever and a day. When I was
absolutely with no brain (ok, I always had but you would never have guessed it
for the kind of stuff I did lol) she was there, pushing me harder and harder
and I hated her for it. She has always been my voice of reason. I remember we
still talked about this a few months ago and we had a good time laughing about
my foolishness.

She
is my number one fan. She cheers me up and when I have those little bouts of issues,
she's there to straighten me up and she never fails to let me know that I'm
doing awesomely. When I become my harshest critic, she reminds me that I am
enough and I need not be so hard on myself. She is aware of all my flaws and
she still thinks I'm amazing. She believes I can take on the world without
batting an eyelid. See confidence. You want to try to quantify that love? You can't.
With that support system, you know you can take on anything. She knows me and
loves me. Simple.

I
look at her and I see the person I want to be when I grow up (despite d fact
that we are only a few months apart…ok, maybe more than that but who’s
counting? *tongue out*) Anyway, with her by my side, I know I’ll always be
alright. Please say a little prayer for her as you read this.

On
a last note, if by any chance Prim-not reads this, I shall deny this post even
if it has my signature on it or my name plastered all over it. I shall
vehemently deny.

P.S: So I finally met Honeydame
and we had an amazeballs time *azonto* I”ll
be back with more gist. *wink*

Thursday, 12 December 2013

I know I've been MIA lately but I'll be back next week with fresh
:D and I will be replying my comments *face palm* I listen
to this speech-like song from time to time and it never gets old so I'm sharing
with you. I find it really insightful and amusing.

Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

Ladies and
Gentlemen the class of ’99, If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen
would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering
experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the
power and beauty of your youth. Oh nevermind; you will not understand the power
and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years
you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now
how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You’re
not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t
worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying
to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your
life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that
blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one
thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don’t
be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are
reckless with yours. Floss. Don’t
waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind.
The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember the
compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell
me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch. Don’t feel guilty if you don’t
know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know
didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting
40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees,
you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe
you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe
you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding
anniversary. What ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate
yourself either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy
your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other
people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do
it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow
them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to
know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice
to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most
likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand
that friends come and go, but for the precious
few you should hold on.

Work hard
to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, themore you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in
New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern
California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel. Accept certain inalienable
truths. Prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and
when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable,
politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect
your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust
fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might
runout.

Don’t
mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be
careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.

Advice is
a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the
disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more
than it’s worth.

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